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DALLAS HERE I COME!!!

Oh My, I was so blessed to get to go to Dallas and spend some time with my daddy. My daddy is not doing all that well and it was great to get to see him and to just hang out with him. While there I did get to see Tammy, Bobby and Bobby's wife Laura as well. We did not do a lot of things, but what we did was fun and memorable. Let's not forget that we ate dinner at Mia's. For those of you who are not from Dallas or who have never been to Mia's, I so encourage you to put it on you list of things you must do, or places you must eat at, if and when you get to Dallas. It is loaded with Dallas history and was one of the late Coach Tom Landry's favorite places to eat. It rained and rained while I was in Texas and I loved every drop of it. We do not get much rain in Northern Nevada so this was a comfort to me. Also while in Dallas my dear friend Kristy and her husband Jack came up from Houston just to get to spend about 24 hours with me. Kristy and I enjoyed some wonderfu

SO FAR BEHIND :o(

Seems as if in this day of hurry up and wait, We have gotten way behind on our blogging. This is not a good thing and we hope to catch up here and now. Only you, our online friends and family will know for sure. In March Roberta got word she was ready to have the surgery to close up her leak and her open wound. We traveled to Spokane Washington in mid April, and stayed there for three weeks. Her surgery was about 6 hours long and complicated to say the very least. BUT, Dr. Trotter fixed her up, closed her up and after nearly two years put her on the road to a full recovery. Each day finds her stronger and stronger and learning to once again enjoy life to the fullest. This is a picture of Roberta and her online friend Tari. Thanks you Tari for coming up to meet both Merrill and Roberta. What a joy it was for all three of them!!! Here is Merrill in the Park next to Spokane River. Finally a wagon big enough for Merrill. And Roberta's all time favorite picture. Why call them port a po